In my previous life, Rachel had ruined me completely.
Now that I was reborn, this phone recording was my key evidence.
A few minutes later, my phone rang again.
This time, it was David.
I sneered and picked up.
The moment the line connected, his furious roar blasted through:
“Grace Miller, where the hell did you take my wife this time?”
“I’m warning you—if you dare take her to those filthy places again, if you dare drive a wedge between us, I won’t spare you!”
Before he could continue, I cut him off coldly:
“Your wife isn’t a child who needs babysitting, and I’m not your family’s nanny. If you can’t find her, that’s your problem, not mine.”
And I hung up without hesitation.
In my last life, I had helped Rachel cover for her, but instead of being grateful, she slandered me. That led to my miserable death.
This time, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to jump into that cesspool again.
But I knew one thing: if David ever caught Rachel in the act, she would definitely play the fragile innocent, and once again dump all the blame on me.
And David—petty and vengeful—still hated me for going with Rachel to cause a scene at his company. He was convinced I had egged her on.
So when the time came, he would almost certainly take out his rage on me.
I had to be ready.
Around six in the evening, as I was packing a suitcase, my husband Eric Johnson came home from work.
He looked puzzled. “Honey, why are you pulling out the suitcase?”
I shot him a look of disgust and said nothing.
In my past life, when Rachel slandered me and I had no way to defend myself, I thought Eric was my one pillar of support.
But he sided with Rachel, scolding me as a vicious, deceitful woman, saying he regretted marrying me, and even forcing me to sign divorce papers in public.
This man who once swore he loved me had abandoned me without hesitation—because David was his company’s biggest client, his golden goose.
And worst of all, before I died, I discovered the truth: Eric had been secretly meeting Rachel at hotels many times.
I once adored him.
Now, when I looked at him, all I saw was filth.
Eric didn’t notice the hatred in my eyes. Frowning, he asked, “Honey, what’s wrong? Who upset you this time?”
Before I could answer, my phone rang again.
It was Rachel.
I answered right in front of Eric.
Her panicked, angry voice burst out:
“Grace, I told you to stall David! What the hell are you doing?”
“He’s already here at the Holiday Inn with people to catch me. If he finds me in bed with someone, I’m finished! You’d better think of a way to draw him off, now!”
I said coldly, “Not my problem.”
And hung up.
Eric was stunned.
